Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

Mo Motang was closing his eyes for a short rest, the not so strong sunlight shining on his body through the gaps in the leaves, it was extremely comfortable and warm.

The only bad thing about the world of cultivating immortals is that even if you can have your own free time, you will not have your own mobile phone and network cable, and you will easily get sleepy while lying down.

If you have time to go around the sect, at least you should familiarize yourself with the terrain.

The evening breeze was just right, the fragrance of flowers was sweet, Mo Mo Tang's consciousness was about to start to go into a trance, but he felt someone standing in front of him in a daze.

He tried his best to lift his eyelids and glanced at it, and a gloomy breath came over his face.

It turned out to be a certain big devil.

Just as a spot of light dazzled his eyes, Mo Motang didn't see it clearly, but he still closed his eyelids with peace of mind, and his voice gradually lowered, "I'll talk about it tomorrow..."

The tail is a little soft.

The man also looked limp, with a thin blanket wrapped around his arms, his soft hair loosened and curled around his fair neck.

The trap in front of him was too obvious, the dead leaves brought by the wind had been hovering three feet in front of Shen Motang for a long time, no matter how much the wind blew, they didn't move at all.

Zhao Wan put the sword back into its sheath, and with a small click, Mo Mo Tang tilted his head slightly, and the sound of breathing became even.

The wind changed direction and blew from the opposite side, and the dead leaves fell, fluttering away from Shen Motang, but another fallen leaf suddenly hovered on the other side.

Zhao Wan was stunned.

"Hey, isn't this the famous sword master, rare guest."

The one who spoke was Changqing, with a smile in his words, but his eyes were full of vigilance.

The ones who came the fastest were the big demons, and one of the four protectors also came. The two tugged for a while before bumping into the little devil's uncontrollable scream.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Wan turned around, his eyebrows and eyes were deep, and his expression was indifferent, even if he didn't have a trace of killing intent, it still gave people a sense of threat for no reason.

There are many fallen demon cultivators in the Double Moon Sect, how do you say that?The moment you fell into the devil, Sword Master Zhaowan was already your enemy.

And as a member who was actually hunted down by Zhao Wan, Mi Jeu lost control when she heard this name.

As the name suggests, the jealous person cultivates the way of jealousy and practices the way of anger. He can't get used to the cautious and cautious attitude of long-term love, but he can't beat long-term love.

As we said before, Moxiujian only looks at strength, that is to say, no matter how angry and irritable Miju is, he has to be dragged to the ground by Changqingsheng, keeping a certain distance from Zhaowan.

But in fact, Zhao Wan didn't remember Mi Jiu at all, he couldn't remember his face clearly.

What's more, when the Shuangyue Sect was officially established decades ago, all the killing orders for the fallen monks in the sect had been cancelled.

Zhao Wan ignored Chang Qing's teasing, and Chang Qing didn't care, and asked, "I don't know why Sword Master came here?"

Zhao Wan glanced at Shen Mo Tang, who was sleeping peacefully behind her, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a hoarse cry.

"My lord—"

The little devil's shout stopped abruptly when he stepped into the courtyard and saw Zhao Wan and the big devil's eyes were all focused on him.

After forcibly stopping his footsteps, before he could turn around in time, the little devil who was chasing him was already close, and before he had time to brake, he directly bumped into the people in front of him, and hit a group of them one after another.

The balance that he had stubbornly maintained for less than a moment suddenly collapsed, and he fell several times.

The movement was so loud that Mo Motang noticed it, although he only frowned.

Changqing glanced at it calmly, and immediately left Mijiu with a look of waiting, and walked towards Zhaowan, with a long voice, "Jianzun came to look for our lord?"

I don't know if Mijiu didn't understand Changqing's meaning or deliberately didn't listen. As soon as Changqing turned around, he followed closely behind him, and because of Miju's actions, other demons followed, including Those little devils who fell into a ball and just stood up.

The corners of Changqing's eyes twitched involuntarily, but there was no need to unite at such a time.

Zhao Wan watched silently, neither making a sound nor attacking, the others were not within the scope of his mission, at least not this time.

There wasn't much distance for them to open in the courtyard, and Changqing quickly stood side by side with him, then turned around and continued to face him and backed away.

However, at this moment, the long-loving smile froze on his face.

The rather strange enchantment was activated, and Chang Qing felt that his body froze in an instant, and all his abilities became invalid in an instant, and he was stuck.

And as soon as Zhaowan passed, those demon cultivators who arrived later became excited in an instant, and didn't see the brows that Changqing tried to wrinkle with all their strength. "Master" tried to wake people up, but naturally they were also stuck and unable to move.

Seeing something unusual, Mi Jue's first reaction was not to save people, but to clench his fists and rush towards Zhao Wan, with an unhesitating killing intent, and went straight to Zhao Wan's face.

Zhao Wan raised her hand to block Mi Jeu's punch, as relaxed as if she was playing with a child.

Miju frowned irritably, his devilish energy surged, and he punched again.

Zhao Wan still blocked it with her hands, but Mi Jeu got ruthless in the end, it was quite powerful, forcing him to take half a step back.

In just a moment, the ground was covered with cracks, and the aftermath of the punch rushed backwards, but suddenly scattered before hitting the courtyard wall.

This is not Miju's handwriting, Miju doesn't care whether it will damage the yard, it's just Zhao Wan, who was in a hurry, moved forward suddenly, and ended up with a "snap" from the invisible strange out of power.

Zhao Wan glanced over, Xindao did not refuse to stay away.

Changqing also understood something, let the stuck person back, and hurriedly went forward to pull Mijiu, there was another commotion, the three parties became more and more distinct, the party with the largest number of people was murderous, and those with weapons would use their weapons Take it out, and those without weapons also put up a posture.

Zhao Wan didn't make any movements, and the long sword was still unsheathed. The demon cultivators suddenly became nervous, maybe they thought he had set up the strange barrier.

Sure enough, Changqing gritted his teeth and said, "Zhaowan! Let our Lord go!"

Zhao Wan felt the silent Tang Yun's long breath, "."

Unexpectedly, Shen Motang woke up at this time, opened his sleepy eyes and scanned the crowd, and did not forget to ask, "Zhaowan?"

The little devils almost jumped at the barrier again, shouting in unison.

Shen Motang's mind is still unclear, and he can't hear what they are shouting, "Wait, what are they? Tell me one by one."

The little devils looked at each other, still shouting.

Chang Qing realized something was wrong, raised his hand to tell the little demons to stop arguing, pointed at Zhao Wan and said, "My lord, are you locked up by him?"

"Closed?" Mo Motang tugged at the uncomfortable blanket under his body, "No, why is he shutting me down, usurping the throne?"

He squinted his eyes again and tried to see Zhao Wan clearly. It was indeed the one who came to look for him before going to bed. He had thick eyebrows and deep eyes, so handsome and a monster.

A little devil reminded: "My lord, he is Zhao Wan, the Sword Master Zhao Wan."

Shen Motang reacted for a while, it was a bit familiar, but he was too sleepy to think, so he gave up altogether, turned over with the blanket in his arms, and muttered: "Got it, get off work on time, take a good rest."

Zhaowan:? ? ?

Demons:? ? ?

Changqing furious: This is not the time to get off work! ! !

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Mo Motang dreamed about when she was still reading that book.

To be precise, it was a novel about cultivating immortals in danmei, in which the protagonist Shou was a heartthrob, and the protagonist's attack was undecided.

And Jianzun Zhaowan, the pride of the immortal family, the legend of sword repair, as the master who is under the supervision of the protagonist in name but in reality has no time to manage, most of the troubles caused by the protagonist and the grievances are all solved by Zhaowan.

Therefore, it has been listed as one of the alternative attacks by readers.

That's right, it was "Zeng". At the end of the book, the roles of the alternate attackers began to gather, but Zhao Wan dropped the line. In order to get something, Zhao Wan took the risk and dived into the depths of the ring sea alone, until None of the endings are back online, and life and death are uncertain.

Mo Motang sighed and woke up from the dream.

The moonlight was clear, and in the evening, all the people around him were gone, looking a little deserted.

Shen Motang lifted the blanket and sat up, got up and stretched.

There is heavy dew in the mountains, it's time to go back to the house.

Um?How did the ground crack like this?Meteor hit the earth?

bass--

The voice sounded familiar, Shen Mo Tang raised his head in doubt, and saw the long sword piercing the sky, the sharp blade refracting the shadow of the moon, and the man in the book came here with the wind and frost on his back.

It's Zhaowan.

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Zhao Wan: ...

It's not that you don't have lines, cub, don't go! ! !